Slightly hard to believe that yesterday I was standing in the Caribbean Sea.
Frankie and I are chillin at the skate park. People rail against skate parks. Here’s the thing. Sometimes kids need unstructured unmentored activities. Places they can play and fall and get hurt and learn and create for free. The sounds of skating are the sounds of kids not getting in trouble. #skate #skateboard #astoria (at Astoria Park Track)
Sunrise on the hell gate arches.
Remembering #newtown in #astoria
Last night I went out on my usual evening stroll with Frankie. Only tonight I did it with a secondary purpose. Tonight’s stroll was all about observing the light around my neighborhood in Astoria. I shared the photos in two posts on my tumblr. You can find them here and here.
None the photos will be published in Time magazine and none were instagrammed or photoshopped, I simply walked around and observed the real light people live with every day. One thing struck me - in a way everyone is a lighting designer. They might not think of themselves that way, but none the less we are all masters of the light that surrounds us.
That goes for the folks working for our municipalities as well. I’m not just talking about street lights. I wonder if the person who chose the lighting for our subway cars thought about what kind of light they would cast into the neighborhoods where elevated trains crisscross - I doubt it. But it adds a piece of beauty and texture that no one could have planned.
The walk reminded me of a recent post in lighting magazine by Ian Ruxton. In it he praises the randomness of lighting in a city. Not just the beautifully designed pieces but the shoddier, cheaper versions that somehow last for years. From his piece:
So I end my piece with a challenge to my fellow designers. Go take a walk one evening this week and observe the lighting around you. Not just the beautiful stuff, but the thrown together displays of the local bodega. What do you see? What do you learn?
I can’t wait to see what you see.
Observing the light of the neighborhood on an evening walk (Part 2)
Observing the light of the neighborhood on an evening walk. (Part 1)
My block yesterday and my block today. #nemo #snow #astoria
No filter necessary. Amazing sunrise in #astoria park.
Over the last year or so there have been reports on some of the Astoria blogs of women being groped by a man riding a bicycle. Some have called the reports false or nonsense.
Well, I witnessed one this morning.
A little before 6:00AM walking Frankie down 23rd Ave near 28th Street I heard a woman yell from across the avenue. I couldn’t see her momentarily because of a park SUV. When I moved around it I saw a guy on a bike pedaling for all he was worth turning up 28th street back towards Ditmars. I yelled to her to see what happened. She said “that guy grabbed me!”
Frankie and I turned and I yelled after him, but he was already 3/4 down the block and pedaling hard, I had no chance of catching him (though Frankie might have). Anyway, the woman was OK. I got the sense he grabbed her backside and kept pedaling. He was stunned by Frankie and I being there, I guess because we were hidden behind the truck.
Ladies, please be careful. And PLEASE BE VOCAL. This woman did the exact right thing, by yelling loudly Frankie and I made ourselves known and he got the hell out of there.
A little more about the guy himself - disclaimer it was dark and I only saw him under street lights.